Elly & Kent - The Complete Story: Includes Books 1-3 (39 page)

My eyes were still closed, my back arched as my feet fell to the bed, releasing my hold on him. My hips thrust up, trying to force the friction to my liking. "Oh god, Kent!"

He let me control the friction for a moment before both of his hands met at the band of my spandex pants. They were yanked down past my hips and his hand thrust back between my thighs. I gasped as he pushed my thong to the side, his finger brushing between my curls.

My hands went to his hair, pulling at it as I rolled my hips. He lowered his head as his other hand lifted my shirt just a little so he could kiss my stomach. My thighs tried to close to capture his arm. Kent placed a soft kiss under my belly button. I felt his teeth catch the soft flesh of one of my thighs as he allowed one finger to slide inside of me.
 

"Don't you want me? Don't you want to feel me deep inside you?"
 

The breath from his words tickled the inside of my thigh. I gasped, gripping his hair tighter, my body so responsive beneath his.
 

"Yes...yes."
 

I started to buck my hips but resisted, pushing my hips back down when they were halfway up. I raised my head and looked down at him in the dimly lit flickering light, his dark eyes looked up into mine. I knew I'd never forget the image of him between my thighs.
 

The computer screen had gone black into power save mode, and the only light was from the flickering candles, but there was still enough of it. A smile moved along his lips as his head lowered and his tongue moved along with his finger. His tongue began to tease my clit while his finger moved in and out of me. The whole time his eyes kept looking into mine.
 

It was too much, too intense, my head dropped back onto his pillow, my hands still tense in his hair as he ate me out. My hips moved up and down in a slow rhythm. I felt his slick finger sliding in and out of my tightness, his tongue on me caused little white bursts behind my eyelids.
 

It felt so fucking good, the best thing I'd ever felt. I never, ever wanted it to end. My hips stuttered as I tried to break the rhythm, trying to make myself last longer. My loud moans filled the room.
 

His finger and tongue stopped moving. I could hear him speak and feel his hot breath below the belt. "Ask me. Ask me to get you off."

My body was glistening with a light sheen, the exertion from resisting my orgasm showing on my skin. I lifted my head and looked down at him. I kept my lips pressed together, a little frown on my face as I lifted my hips, trying to shut him up with my wet heat.

He slid down more on the bed and his arms moved around either hip. His hands came to rest on my thighs where his fingers pressed into my skin. His face buried against my crotch as his tongue pushed between my lips and wiggled inside of me.

I gasped loudly and tried to wiggle away from him, "Kent!..."
 

My hands had lost his hair and gripped the bedspread beside my hips tightly. His face pressed against me as his tongue moved around inside of me.
 

My body curled up, my strings as tight as they could be, my explosion on the brink of happening. "Wait, Kent, wait!..."

Kent paused for a moment, kissing the inside of my thigh. I panted softly, letting myself uncoil and cool down. I looked down at him.

"You taste so good, Elly. Why do you want me to stop?"
 

Him saying that was a huge turn on, I groaned, "Um..." I was stalling, "Uh..." I bit my lower lip.

"If you can't tell me I'm going to keep going." He said as his tongue ran over my lips just once. I shivered and lifted my hips, moaning loudly.
"Um..."
 

Again his face buried in my crotch. His tongue was unrelenting as it wiggled inside of me and his fingers gripped my thighs. I let out a little scream as he devoured me, and finally I blew. My body spasmed and gushed as he forced my orgasm from me. My hips raised and then fell, trying to stop the sweet pain.
 

"Fuck!"
 

His fingers gripped my thighs harder to keep me from getting away. My screams turned into pants. My body was wound up so tight that I let out little whimpers every time his tongue stroked me.
 

"Oh!...Please!"
 

And then another orgasm ripped from me and I screamed out again, my body seizing up for a moment and then shaking with my release. My legs squeezed together tightly as I pushed his head away.
 

"No more...please...Mercy!..."

Kent finally let go of my thighs and moved up my body, his body dragging against mine. I felt his lips on mine as he hungrily kissed me. It was shocking and hot at the same time. I kissed him back passionately, tasting myself on his lips. My hands went to his back, my nails digging in slightly when he rubbed against me, sending a spasm through my body.

"Can you taste yourself?" He whispered against my lips as he leaned back. Kent's hands went for the button of his pants as his tongue moved along his lips.

I nodded, my hands on the back of his pants, pushing them down eagerly as soon as they were loose. "Yes."

"Can you taste how sweet you are?" His dick was rock hard and pushed against his boxers eager to be let out.

I nodded again, whispering, "Yes...that was...that was amazing."

 
"I want to show you more." he said in an almost whisper. His dark eyes didn't seem to be able to look away from mine.
 

His hand came down and opened his boxers so his cock could be free. He leaned forward, his hands went to either side of me to support his weight. His length was sliding and throbbing against me. The action brought a little moan out of him.

My hands moved to his forearms, gripping them tightly, my eyes on his.
 

"We should stop," I whispered, my breath hitching in my throat when he accidentally slipped into me.

There was a pause for just a moment as his body shuddered with excitement. Those eyes of his were looking deep into mine as his hips pressed forward so he went farther in. My cheeks flushed, my fingers tightened on his arms but I held still, gasping as he went in further still.

"You're so tight, Elly." The words came out as a whisper through his lips. He slid all the way in until he couldn't go anymore. That was when he started to pull out of me slowly.
 

I closed my eyes against his image, trying to enjoy it without my thoughts clouding it.
 

"Kent, we should..." I whimpered when he slammed into me, knocking me back into the bed.

Kent moaned with pleasure. My hands moved to his hips and I tried to push them away, my mind was jumbling as his hot tongue penetrated my mouth, flicking at my tongue.

My hands on his hips gripped him as he sped up, my fingernails digging into the muscular flesh of his back. I moaned as he pushed deeper inside of me. I turned my head so I could moan his name.

"God, you feel so good, Elly." He said softly into my ear, nibbling it.

"How good?" I whispered, whimpering every time he thrust into me and filled me up.

 
"All I want to do...is lose myself with you." The words hitched in his throat and he moaned. He gave me a moment of hard fucking before he let it slow down again. He moaned my name.

I reached down and grabbed his ass, pulling him towards my body, "Harder again, please..."

His hips came down, meeting with mine, the sound of our skin slapping together echoed within the room. The feeling of his ass working so hard under my palms turned me on even more. He felt so good inside me. I wanted to explode for him but I just wasn't there yet.
 

"Yes!" I gasped out.

He lowered his head and bit at my breast still hidden behind my shirt.

My breaths came out as gasps and moans as he fucked the shit out of me.
 

"Oh god...Oh...god..."
 

As he pounded into me, my insides started to sizzle. My mind went to Kent's tongue on me and I felt the snap as I cracked, my body writhed beneath his. I let out a scream of pleasure, my fists closing tight.

Kent whispered as his eyes closed. "Oh...shit..."
 

I felt his body shiver as his thrusts became harder. I felt that jolt of him exploding inside of me. His body jerked and his arm moved to behind me, his fingers gripping my waist tightly.
 

I panted softly as I caught my breath. My hand moved through his hair slowly as his head rested against my shoulder as he tried to slow his breath.

 
When he pulled out I moved over and put a hand on my forehead. "What did we do?"

Kent fell onto his back. I rolled over again onto my side, facing him.
 

"Seriously, what did we do? What was that? What...what are we going to do with that?"

 
Kent turned his head towards me with a smile. "What do you mean?"

 
"I mean...are you still getting married in three days?"

 
Kent looked tired, but he had heard her. His head turned upward toward the ceiling. I took that as his answer. I rolled towards him and put my cheek to his chest. "It's ok...I...understand."

"Elly," His hand came to my back and started to rub it. "We'll talk about it in the morning. I just," Kent seemed uncertain.

 
I pressed a kiss to his chest and then put my cheek back where it was. "Let's get some rest." I wasn't ready to face the rejection just yet. He reached down and pulled the sheet up so we were covered. The last few candles flickered and went out and I finally closed my eyes letting sleep take me.

Chapter Fifty-Two

I moaned softly as I woke up. The place between my thighs was sore from the encounter I'd had with Kent. I thought briefly that maybe it was dream. I turned over, smiling, expecting to touch his chest. But all I felt was a cold sheet. I opened my eyes and looked around. The door was closed and Kent wasn't in the room.
 

I wondered if his mom had come back. I wrapped the sheet around myself and ventured out into the hallway. The house was quiet. I crept downstairs and looked around carefully, I didn't want to be caught by Kent's mom wearing just a sheet. I saw no signs of Mike or Paul. I glanced at the clock and groaned, it was almost 10. I ran back upstairs, grabbed my clothes and got in the shower. As I was dressing I heard the door close downstairs. I crept into the hallway carefully, hiding upstairs to eavesdrop.

I heard Kent's mom set purse and keys on the kitchen counter, where there was space, it was still littered with empty beer bottles and half eaten bags of junk food.
 

I heard Kent say, "Mom, what is it?"

She was silent for awhile, "What are you doing, son?"

"I'm standing in the kitchen and feeling rather full from brunch. What else would I be doing?" He was playing dumb, that was good, maybe. Probably not, his mom wasn't going to drop it.

"No, darling boy. I meant with Elly." My breath caught in my throat. "What are you doing? Are you going to be a no-show at the wedding? Because it would be better, as hard as it might be, to end it now instead."

"What are you talking about, mom? You came in on me and Elly sleeping in bed together lots of times." I closed my eyes tightly, fighting back the tears.
 

"So you aren't sleeping with her?" She sounded surprised, partially relieved.

 
"Mom, nothing happened." I crept back to the bathroom.

She let out a deep sigh. "Thank god. I thought I was going to have to call everyone and tell them they shouldn't fly in for the wedding." I closed the bathroom door loudly and went down the hallway, wiping at my eyes, refusing to cry. I knew this was probably going to happen. I had hoped it wouldn't But deep down I knew.

I came downstairs and looked at Kent's mom. "Thanks for letting us use your place last night, Mrs. Lytle. I was hoping to have it cleaned up before you guys got back."

Kent's mom turned and smiled at me, pretending I hadn't just been the topic of conversation. "That's okay, sweetheart. When I left this morning your mom told me that you two had plans for lunch? You should get going so you're not late."

I nodded, slipped my shoes on, bag in hand. I headed for the front door, calling out to Kent over my shoulder since he couldn't be bothered to acknowledge me. "See you at the wedding, Mr. Groom."

"Thanks, Elly." He yelled back at me.
 

He was obviously feeling guilty for sleeping with me during his drunken stupor, and I was feeling guilty for falling for it. For expecting more.

* * *

The wedding day had arrived. The weather was unusually warm for New Year's Eve and all the seats inside the grand ballroom were filled. When it was almost time the wedding planner queued Kent to take his place at the front. From up there he could see everyone's face. Everyone was there. And I was in the middle on his side, Stacy as my plus one at my side. When his eyes locked on me I offered him a little smile and a thumb's up. He offered me a little smile and then turned his gaze on his mom.

When the pipe organ started it caused Kent to jump a little. The videographer, luckily, was pointed at the bridesmaids and groomsmen as they came down the aisle.
 

Once they were in their places, the flower girl, a young cousin of Jen's, came down. She threw flowers gracefully for the first few rows as the wedding planner had instructed her to do and then sat down next to her mother in the front row.
 

The wedding march started and Jen appeared at the back of the long aisle. She was beautiful, all eyes were on her, even mine. Stacy leaned over and whispered into my ear but I wasn't listening to what she'd said, I was too distracted. Jen walked gracefully down the aisle in her Vera Wang dress which was just the right amount of innocence and sex appeal.

One by one the rows of people turned as Jen walked past. She was smiling at her guests until finally she reached the alter. She looked at Kent and took his nervous hands in hers, which were shaking too. She flashed him a smile and let out a little exhale to try to calm her nerves.